Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.